Handy

Mark H. sends this in: “OK, I get that Lolly is sneaking a peek at Polly with her ancient boyfriend / lover, and that Polly catches her at it. But is the last frame Lolly raising her hand for a turn? What happened to her engagement to Alistair?

Or is she vicariously joining in on the action?

This whole May (March?) / December thing seems to be one of McEldowney’s fixations. Kind of like Woody Allen…”

Beetle … juiced?

JMcAndrew sends in a few old Beetle Baileys, noting “Mort Walker was a weird guy.”

Putting some spring in his step?

Why would Sarge have done that? Or was this Beetle’s practical joke?

JMcAndrew: “At some point I’m going to write a thesis on all the homoeroticism in Beetle Bailey. This happens too often to be a coincidence. Here’s a sample.”

JMcAndrew: “I’ve been on somewhat of a Beetle Bailey kick lately but it really is a fascinating comic. This one is some nightmarish body horror on the level of David Cronenberg.”

And then there’s Sarge’s famous gourmand appetite:

JMcAndrew: “A 4000-gallon pot would have a diameter of 96 inches (8 feet) and a height of 140 inches (approximately 11.67 feet).” Would that cook properly?


No tour of Beetle Bailey would be complete without one in which Beetle slacks off:

JMcAndrew commented: “Apparently Beetle Bailey has been murdered and his body has been stuffed inside this filing cabinet. How else could he get inside of it and close the drawer?”